It stands to reason that more than a few people are all a’gloat over the now-confirmed news that Paula Deen has Type Two diabetes, because significantly more than a few people are outright assholes. Deen won’t say ‘fuck the haters’ – not out loud, for sure – so you may consider that I, a fellow Type Two diabetic, just said it for her.
(This news does put the launch of her son Bobby’s show, Not My Mama’s Meals, in a bit of context that was missing before. Hey, it’s a business, ya’ll.)
As for butter, which I consider my close personal friend: To borrow a riff from Mitt Romney, margarine is the biggest fraud since Bigfoot. I expect Paula to continue folding the real deal into her recipes – with some moderation, to be sure – because a life of deprivation is hardly worth the trouble.
